Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 340: [The Show Begins]

The rain fell outside, but it was difficult to hear it from inside the headquarters of the Kingdom Defense Bureau.

In the room where Ethan was, it was even harder to hear a single sound.

This was a sealed room, silver-white on all sides, with nothing but a table and a chair.

Ethan was placed in that chair.

He was brought into the room when it got dark.

Heisenberg personally escorted him inside.

As he left, Heisenberg said to Ethan, "Just stay here quietly for one night. Tomorrow morning, I will send you off; nothing will happen to you, you’re safe, don’t worry."

"But it won’t be safe outside?"

Ethan seemed to be joking.

"Get through this night well. If you’re too bored, there’s nothing I can do because I can’t let you have any contact with anything else."

Heisenberg added one last thing.

"Oh, by the way, I must remind you, this room is not ordinary. It is made of special materials that can maximally isolate the power of true names. Even a level six true namesake would only be able to exert less than ten percent of their power in this room, so..."

This room was specifically designed for Ethan.

Heisenberg, although unclear about Ethan’s secret, knew there had to be something about him. He could not eliminate Ethan, nor did he wish to in principle.

So the only option was to confine him until the job was done.

"After tonight, you’d better leave the Royal Capital. Of course, you can also choose to stay and finish the film."

"Let’s talk about it after tonight,"

Ethan only said that.

Heisenberg took one last look at him and then did not linger.

He did not believe Ethan could do anything under the circumstances.

So the success or failure of tonight depended solely on the situation outside.

Once he left that special room, his subordinates had already come to report to him.

"Joseph has disappeared; we don’t know where he went. However, people from all over should be in the South District tonight."

"Don’t move; if they don’t move, neither do we."

The leading roles tonight were not them.

If they rashly engaged, the nature of the issue would change.

If a Kingdom Defense Bureau infighting got publicized, both he and Joseph would be done for.

So he believed Joseph would not be so impulsive.

"And another thing, the Princess is still in the South District, and the group is still filming."

"Send people to surround the area; don’t let anyone get close."

Upon hearing this, Heisenberg realized something.

Could it be that Ethan’s backup plan was here?

If so, wasn’t that a bit too insulting?

"No, I’ll go in person."

The Princess must not come to harm.

However, the breach should not open from there, so he chose to personally oversee it.

When Heisenberg arrived in the South District, the rain seemed to be getting heavier.

He raised his hand to look at the latest watch on his wrist, and the time had already reached 8:10 PM.

Compared to other areas of the Royal Capital, especially the dreamy and vibrant Port District, the South District was ultimately a traditional slum area, dark and deathly silent like a gutter, starkly contrasting with the bustling lively Port District nearby.

In the pitch black, only the outline of one thing was clearer under the distant streetlights.

That was the Mafia’s Sanctuary.

However, after tonight, there would be no more Mafia here.

So, perhaps the Sanctuary should not exist anymore either.

The Sanctuary, huh?

Heisenberg shook his head.

Such a thing could be called a Sanctuary.

He turned and stepped into the South District.

At the same time, within the Sanctuary.

This building, which was nothing in Heisenberg’s eyes, was the true spiritual home for another group of people.

Vasini was praying.

Behind him was an ever-growing group of followers.

They had evolved from initially sceptical to now deeply convinced.

"...Great Savior, our eternal night, please grant us the strength to move forward firmly. May your great power encapsulate us, allowing us to transcend the worldly mire, Amen."

"Amen."

The chorus of prayers rumbled, nearly shaking the entire building.

That sort of vibration seemed akin to a response, soothing everyone’s minds.

Then, the next moment, a voice indeed echoed in the depths of everyone’s minds.

"I am listening."

At that moment, it was not just Vasini; everyone in the Sanctuary opened their eyes.

They had originally been staunch believers, mostly shaken by what happened that night of the typhoon, followed by Vasini’s long-term indoctrination.

Yet, their concept of God was still vague, more of a vague imagination and reverence.

But after the sound "I am listening" echoed, that imagination manifested.

God truly existed, really watching them, listening to their prayers.

That feeling was unparalleled.

"My Lord!"

Someone, moved, immediately knelt to the ground.

More people kneeled, including Vasini.

Everyone genuinely, from the heart, worshipped.

And the darkness in the Sanctuary seemed more intense, gradually permeating everyone.

"Move out."

Ten minutes later, the Sanctuary’s door was pushed open, and Vasini stepped out first.

Behind him, the spirit and energy of the followers had completely transformed.

This was a necessary prayer.

And Vasini’s gaze had already turned towards the black night.

In the night, the first gunshot had already pierced through.

He knew the war had begun.

They could not wait any longer, needed to immediately join the battlefield, or else the other side might not hold out.

The place where the gunshot sounded was near the area of Little Ibia.

In fact, this was not the first shot.

The first shot rang out twenty minutes earlier, but it wasn’t here; it was in the film crew nearby.

That was a fictional gunshot.

The real gunshot was fired by Crenzo.

He was performing as the main pioneer tonight, a role he voluntarily asked Vasini for.

He had had enough of working at the distillery.

This kind of real knife and gun battles was what he liked.

Vasini could not refuse because those from the Northland only listened to him.

Crenzo led a group of elders from the Bolita family who had trained with him in Saint Kuanti; they were all selected talents from the family, trained by Vincent, utterly loyal to the family and to Ethan.

These could be considered the core elite of the Bolita family, the family’s future.

Ethan, however, directly put them here.

There was no other reason; he wanted to use the fire of the Royal Capital’s dark night to forge these fine steels to ultimately become the irreplaceable pillars of the Bolita family.

"For the family."

Crenzo targeted a sneaking former allied member in hiding and fired a shot.